The Wild Rose Press

Friday, July 26, 2013

Jagger Sintallon, a half-demon warrior, has dedicated his existence to
fighting demons who enter the world through Hell gates. A loner of
conflicting ideals, he offers shelter to a troubled woman but knows he
is too rough, too dangerous, and too cocky for her delicate nature.

Dedicated to Divine Will, Sonya Camael, a Seraph, is determined to
discover why she is drawn to Jagger's doorstep and the reason behind her
mission. She needs the demon's help but fears he may get himself killed
before she can figure it out and the world slips into Hell's dominion.

Sonya faces grave danger with evil stalking her every move, and Jagger
shouldn't care but realizes he cares more than he'd likely admit. Sonya
knows Jagger cannot win this war alone, but will her divine intervention
mean his imminent end? Or will just the right combination of Heaven and
Hell set the world right once again?

Jagger hung his head, looking very much out of patience. With an
exasperated huff, he turned in place, his boots clomping. Cocky stance,
head back, and eyes daring her to say something. But these things she
only partially registered because when he turned to face her, his entire
upper body—chest, face, arms—glowed with the marks of past insult and
injury. And that sickle shape burned into the skin over his heart—

She whimpered, heart-sick to see him in this way. Her mother's blood
cried out at the thought of what agony he must have endured to stand
here now, so marred and wounded. Covering her eyes, she dispelled the
Seraph sight and fought the tears.

"Hey." He was in front of her within moments, pulling her hands down
and leaning to peer at her downturned face. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"You. You've been through so much. Just look at you."

"I'd rather not. I'm not a pretty guy."

"Jagger. These scars. You have countless hurts. I can't see a part of
you that isn't injured." She raised her eyes, tears brimming on her
lower lashes. "Let me help you."

"What, you're a plastic surgeon?"

She swallowed and regained part of her composure. "Better."

He looked alarmed and rocked back on his heels. "You don't mean—"

"Yes, I do." She held onto his hands and kept him from backing away. This felt right, this decision.